Hope is a beautiful thing. It is hope that allows us to be patient. It is hope that gives us reason to continue when the odds are against us.
Hope is also wonderful feeling, because sometimes the mere possibility of happiness is enough to mimic the feeling of happiness itself.
But hope also makes us vulnerable, breaks down our walls and exposes our deepest, darkest wishes, the ones we hide even from ourselves.
There is nothing more cruel than to allow a person a sliver of light in the darkness, and then extinguish that light again. The darkness he returns to is the same darkness he was once in, but somehow more unbearable than before.
Because I was too affected by last night's episode of How I Met Your Mother (S07E10).
Oh Barney. :(